The clear, direct gaze challenged him. He hesitated.
“Yes, there is,” he said.
“A—a reason why you should not walk with me?”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
And, as he did not find words to answer, she studied him for a moment, glanced up and down the woodland walk, then impulsively seated herself and motioned him to a place beside her on the bench.
“Now,” she said, “I’m in a position to find out just what this danger is that they all warn me about. You know, don’t you?”
“Know what?” he answered.
“About the danger that I seem to run every time I manage to enjoy myself.... And you do know; I see it by the way you look at me—and your expression is just like their expression when they tell me not to do things I find most natural.”
“But—I—you——”